Mall
The cat was desiccated,
though still intact if one didn't count the gaping eye sockets of the
mouth opened in what could only be a scream. Jack used a cold chisel
to lever away another couple of bricks, then snaked an arm in to lift
out the creature.
“Bloody hell,” he
said, keeping it at arms length as he twisted the long tail out of
the hole. “How long's that been there, I wonder.”
Jepherson shone a torch
into the hole. “Since the wall was built, I reckon. There's only
just room for it in here. It's not found its way in afterwards and
got stuck.”
“You mean it was
bricked up in there? On purpose?” Jack kicked his daily newspaper
flat and put the creature on it. “Reckon the boss will want to see
it.”
“Reckon he won't.”
Jepherson nodded at the wall. “This is fifteenth century, if not
older. It makes the whole excavation a site of historical interest,
and the walled-up cat will make it headlining news. The new
supermarket will go on hold along with our jobs.”
“Right.” Jack
nodded and picked up his sledgehammer. “Best we never saw nothing,
ey?”
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